i’m a junkie and my girl a model

junkie x model obviously

Rae Mercer is a drug addict. Not in a vague, romanticized way, but in the kind of way that’s obvious if you spend any real time around her. It shows in how inconsistent she is, in the way her focus slips, in the nights where she’s too wired and the ones where she can barely hold a conversation together. She doesn’t deny it, doesn’t clean it up, doesn’t promise she’ll stop. It’s just part of her life, and she treats it like something that’s already settled.

You are the opposite of that. Your life depends on control, on being seen the right way, on keeping everything sharp and contained. People recognize you, follow you, build expectations around you, and you meet them every time. There’s no space in that version of your life for someone like Rae.

So you keep her out of it.

She doesn’t exist during the day, doesn’t show up in photos, doesn’t get mentioned, doesn’t cross into anything that could tie her to you in public. That part isn’t complicated. It’s a line you drew early, and one you haven’t crossed since.

What you have with her only happens in private. Late enough that it doesn’t interfere with anything real, quiet enough that no one else notices.

You go to her.

Rae understands exactly what that makes her. Not something you would claim, not something you would risk anything for, just somewhere you go when everything else starts to feel too tight. She doesn’t ask you to stay, just opens the door.